[Even that small pause slotted between them makes regret start to claw up his stomach, his throat. Makes him want to shore himself up and tell anger, his old friend, that it can burrow through him again — all this, and Alec is still going to tell him no, not him. Find someone else.
But instead, he says, Why not?, and the world shifts a little. Priorities realign, root themselves directly into the man in front of him. Alec is no longer someone whose connecting string would be colored yellow. Not even someone who is just the same, made up of similarly jagged edges.
He’s an anchor point now. And everything else is just a satellite.]
I—
[Vecna is quiet and unmoving behind them, flames still eating at his malformed skin.]
Fine. Neck-deep. Just promise to stay as angry as I am, Alec.
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But instead, he says, Why not?, and the world shifts a little. Priorities realign, root themselves directly into the man in front of him. Alec is no longer someone whose connecting string would be colored yellow. Not even someone who is just the same, made up of similarly jagged edges.
He’s an anchor point now. And everything else is just a satellite.]
I—
[Vecna is quiet and unmoving behind them, flames still eating at his malformed skin.]
Fine. Neck-deep. Just promise to stay as angry as I am, Alec.